Su Mingyang, who was following behind me, witnessed this scene.
I couldn't help but blurt out "Holy crap!"
The figure trembled at the sudden commotion and turned around abruptly.
Under the dim light, a terrified face appeared before us.
It was Liu, the old man who worked in the fire-making industry.
Because of his extremely ugly appearance, Liu Laoguan was still unmarried and childless at the age of sixty. He lived in the funeral home and always kept to himself.
But who would have thought he would do such a thing to a corpse?
While we were still in a daze, Old Liu jumped off the coffin, knocked aside Su Mingyang who was blocking the aisle, and ran out, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
It's hard to imagine that a man in his sixties who is less than 1.6 meters tall, short, and somewhat hunchbacked could knock Su Mingyang, who is 1.85 meters tall and weighs 80 kilograms, flying.
However, I was in no mood to chase after Old Liu at that moment, and hurriedly rushed to the coffin to check the body.
"Holy crap, she's so pretty? Didn't Sister Wu say she was ugly? I was all prepared!" Su Mingyang's eyes widened.
The female corpse was indeed very beautiful, lying quietly in the coffin dressed in a bright red Xiuhe dress.
Moreover, this face gave me a sense of familiarity, as if I had seen it somewhere before, but I couldn't remember where.
However, at this moment, the female corpse's skirt was lifted up to her waist, and her lower body was completely naked, so one can imagine what Old Liu had just done.
"Damn it, it's a pity enough that she died so young, but even in death she can't find peace, and she still gets violated by that beast Liu Laoguan!"
Su Mingyang started cursing.
He couldn't help but add right after he finished speaking: "Old Chen, do you think this woman isn't dead? She doesn't look like a dead person at all!"
really.
The exposed skin of the female corpse lacked the dark gray tone that a corpse should have.
The skin was as white as snow, with no signs of muscle relaxation or rigor mortis, and not a trace of lividity.
Her eyes were gently closed, and there was not a trace of pain on her delicate face.
It doesn't look like it's dead; it looks more like it's asleep.
I shook my head and lifted the skirt from the female corpse's waist up to her neck.
Pointing to her inner thigh, he said, "It's been stitched up like this, there's no way she'd still be alive."
There was a winding stitch line at the base of her thigh, with densely packed stitches.
If you look upwards, you'll see a similar line extending upwards from the lower abdomen all the way up to the neck.
"My goodness!"
Su Mingyang gasped, "How could it be sewn up like this? Could this girl have been torn apart by five horses before she died?"
I don't care whether she was torn apart by five horses or not; what I care about is who sewed up her body and who put her in the coffin.
The stitches and sutures indicate that the person who stitched the body was a skilled individual, and their technique was the same as mine.
They all used a lost skin-bone suture technique.
But my grandfather is already dead, and I buried him myself.
He never mentioned that I had any senior brothers or sisters.
The hemp thread used to sew the corpses was also no ordinary material.
It is the hemp thread used by cobblers in ancient times for sewing corpses. The raw material is hemp that grows in shady places.
When making hemp thread, the hemp is soaked in a liquid mixture of black dog blood and cinnabar for forty-nine days, which is said to ward off evil spirits.
People at that time were generally quite superstitious.
It is believed that if ordinary thread is used when sewing up a corpse, the thread will act like a summoning banner, attracting vengeful spirits from the surrounding area to entwine around the mortician, draining his yang energy, causing him to gradually become emaciated until he dies.
However, there are not so many rules now, and funeral homes often use tough nylon thread when sewing up corpses.
But if the mortician was particular about these things, he used a black coffin to house the young female corpse.
In funeral culture, black is generally used for the elderly or people of a certain social status.
Moreover, black is considered the color of extreme yin.
Young women are considered Yin in nature. After their death, excessive Yin energy can trap their souls inside the coffin, preventing them from smoothly entering reincarnation or finding a peaceful resting place.
When negative energy accumulates excessively, it transforms into what we call a ghost.
Moreover, burial will disrupt the feng shui, thereby affecting the family's fortune and the well-being of future generations.
Since the other party is also a professional mortician, they should understand this principle.
Could it be that...
Was the other party doing this on purpose?
Just as I was racking my brains trying to figure it out, Su Mingyang suddenly exclaimed "Huh?"
"Old Chen, you know, this female corpse is so beautiful, how come she has a man's hands!"
Su Mingyang's shout actually made me notice a detail I hadn't noticed before.
The woman's arms were unusually long.
Its length completely exceeded the proportions of the female corpse's body, as if it had been forcibly stretched.
Looking at her hands, her knuckles are large, quite different from the slender hand characteristics of a woman.
At first glance, you might not notice anything unusual due to carelessness, but once you look closely, the sense of disharmony will come over you like a surging tide.
I grabbed the woman's hand to examine her further.
The moment I touched it, a bone-chilling coldness traveled up my fingertips, making me shiver involuntarily.
I don't know how Old Liu could have done that. He must have frozen to death.
Normal women have relatively delicate and soft skin texture, but the texture on this hand is very rough and the lines are deep, which is more like the characteristics of the palms of men who have been engaged in heavy physical labor for a long time.
I pressed the back of my hand again.
The moment I pressed down, I knew for sure that this wasn't a woman's hand!
The firmness of the muscles and the thickness of the bones are very different from those of women, especially the bone structure of the wrist, which is significantly wider and thicker than that of women.
After the inspection, I looked at Su Mingyang and said, "These are definitely a man's hands!"
Su Mingyang didn't react at first and asked with a puzzled look, "How can a woman have a man's hand on her body?"
However, the next second, he seemed to suddenly understand something, and his eyes widened.
"You...you mean, this body was pieced together?"
I said yes, these hands were indeed pieced together.
Then I used the same method to examine the female corpse's torso, legs, and head.
Finally, a result was obtained.
The body's limbs, torso, and head were pieced together from three other people.
In other words, although there is only one corpse in front of us, there are actually four!
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